Teacher fit to be tied

CHAPTER ONE

She told herself she wanted to fuck all of them. Then she changed her mind. Not all of them, Helen thought. She certainly didn't want to fuck the girls. Just the boys. All the boys in her class.

She was horny today and it was getting to her. Usually she kept the fires down, but today she'd felt it already in the morning. Her pussy was hungry again. Well, she did have a date with Stanley tonight, so that was something to look forward to. And in the meantime she could dream about these kids.

She did like to dream. The boys were certainly old enough to fuck. Some of them looked like they could show a woman a lovely time. She had never fucked a boy, not anyone as young as the boys in her class. Not ever. She'd been a virgin until she was twenty. A late bloomer, they called it. And then when she finally lost her cherry she didn't like it that much. She still didn't like it that much. She liked other things, but the fucking.

She could feel their eyes on her. Some of the boys in the class were always looking at her body when she was at the blackboard. She always knew it. They liked her tits. She knew what she had. Good tits, a solid ass, lovely legs. She rose up now and went to the blackboard to add something to the exercise they were doing.

Go on, look at my ass, she thought. Then she faced them and she felt their eyes on her tits again. She imagined one of the shy boys sucking her nipples. Jason Potter, that was his name. Shy eyes and freckles. She thought of her tits stuffing his mouth. She'd once caught him looking at her legs when her skirt had accidentally ridden up her thighs. Boys this age got so hot when you showed them anything. She always wore spike heels because she had great legs and she liked to be looked at. And they did look. Her boyfriend Stanley said she had the most gorgeous legs he'd ever seen. She liked to wrap her legs around Stanley's neck when he sucked her gash.

Now she imagined herself fucking one of the boys. She would have him eat her first. She imagined him sniffing at her pussy. She liked it when a man sucked her juices. She liked to see a man's mouth wet with her cuntjuice.

She really liked teasing men more than fucking them. It was so easy getting them hot for her. She liked the lust in their eyes when they looked at her body. It was fun to make their dicks come up for her.

If she did fuck one of these boys, she certainly wouldn't let him finish in her pussy. She'd hold his balls to feel when he was about to shoot off. She'd make him pull his prick out of her pussy before he came. His prick would come out of her cunt all red and wet. Then she would take hold of him, grab his little balls and his little pecker and bring him off with her hand so she could watch him spurt. She liked to see the slime shoot from a man's prick. She did it often to Stanley. She liked to tease Stanley until he couldn't stand it any more, and then when he finally shot off he would have a huge load for her, a geyser of jism spurting out of his prick.

This was last hour of the day and finally it was over and school was out. Helen was relieved. It was one of those days when she hated her job. She was so restless today. She'd been horny early in the morning and now she was hornier than ever.

She was happy to get out of the school. Of course the kids were happy too. They waved to her as she climbed into her little car and drove off. The little fuckers. They would die if she knew the fantasies she had about them.

She went home to shower and get dressed for her date with Stanley. The prospect of a nice evening improved her spirits, and by the time she walked into her apartment she was in a happy mood. She quickly stripped down to her underwear to get comfortable. She glanced at the building across the way to see if the old geck who spied on her was at his window again with his binoculars. She was disappointed when she failed to notice any sign of him. She was in the mood to show him a few things. Well, she would do it anyway. She'd pretend he was watching her again.

Humming to herself, she unhooked her bra and tossed it onto a chair in the living room.

She held her tits in her hands as she faced the mirror over the sofa. Oh Helen, I love your tits. They were round and solid, the dark nipples perfect. Stanley always went crazy over them. She fingered her nipples until they turned into hard little spikes. She still wore her pantyhose and heels, and she turned a bit to look at the curve of her ass and give the old fart across the way something to look at as well. Maybe someday she'd meet him in the street and invite him up here to suck her ass or something. You could always get a good suck out of an older man.

When at last she was inside the shower, she lathered up her body and then she started playing with her pussy. She tickled and pulled her thick cuntlips, then pushed two fingers inside her cunthole to feel the juice boiling in there. She did need to get off. It took only a moment of rubbing her clit to blow her cunt away. It was never difficult when she was hot like this. Her pussy was so swollen. She thought of doing it again, but then she decided no, she would wait.

When Stanley arrived at seven o'clock, he kissed her cheek and smiled at her and said she looked sexy. "You always look great. That's a new dress, isn't it?"

"I've worn it a dozen times."

"Well, it looks new. Everything always looks wonderful on you."

He did like to flatter her. He was always so eager. She could see the lust in his eyes. He was wild about her and she loved it.

They went out to dinner. The spike heels made her very tall, and when they walked into the restaurant she was aware of the men looking at her. She smiled to herself and wondered which of them wanted to suck her cunt. Maybe all of them. She told herself they were all hungry for her.

Especially Stanley. She sat beside him in a small booth. They ordered drinks and dinner. She started teasing him to amuse herself while they waited for the meal to arrive. He was always so easy to tease. She got him to talk about the way she looked tonight and before long she had him drooling over her tits.

"They always looked great," he said. "They're just tits, Stanley."

"They turn me on."

"Big enough for you?"

"I'll say they are."

She remembered the time she'd let him come on her tits. He'd thought it was so wonderful to shoot his spunk all over her nipples. Men were like little boys. If you knew how to handle them, you could do anything you wanted with them.

After dinner they went to a drive-in movie. She sat beside Stanley and wondered if his cock was hard yet. He always said that when he went out with her he had a hard-on most of the evening. She did like that. She teased his thigh with her fingers. Then after a while she slipped her hand into his lap and touched his prick through his pants.

"Mmmmm, that's like a rock."

Stanley chuckled. "You always turn me on, Helen."

He turned to kiss her. When he pushed his tongue against her lips, she opened her mouth to him. She didn't mind necking with him in the car as long as it was dark and no one could see them. She kept her hand on his cock, not doing anything except feeling it with her fingers. She never did anything serious with him in the car. As long as his cock stayed hard, she was satisfied. When Stanley had a hard-on, she had complete control over him and that's what she always wanted.

After the movie, she agreed to go to Stanley's place because it was closer than ha own. When they arrived at his little apartment, he opened a bottle of Scotch and they started drinking. She didn't like him drinking too much because sometimes he became too wild. But he seemed all right tonight and she told herself no matter what she could always handle Stanley.

She had him put some music on the stereo and they danced awhile. She deliberately turned him on by pressing her belly against his cock. Yes, she could feel it. Poor Stanley had a hard-on again. She giggled as he kissed her. When he put his hands on her tits she let him do it.

"Christ, you turn me on," he said. "Are you going to be nice to me?"

"I'd rather fuck you," he said.

"I'm not promising."

He groaned. "You never want to fuck."

"Stanley, that's not true. Anyway, you know how I am. If you don't like it, we don't have to see each other any more."

"Oh Jesus!"

"I thought you liked doing that to me."

"I do like it, but I like to fuck also."

"Well, do that first and we'll see what happens."

He finally agreed. She patted his face and said he could help get her pantyhose off. She knew he liked doing that. She slipped her shoes off, raised her skirt and waited for him.

She smiled at the lust in his eyes as he gazed at the crotch of her sheer pantyhose. She knew he could see her cuntbush. That's what they all wanted. Show them some snatch and they turn to jelly. Like Stanley. How easy he was.

He went down on his knees to get his fingers at the waistband of her pantyhose. He peeled the nylon down, and when her belly was uncovered, he pushed his nose at her cuntbush and sniffed at her.

She let him stay there a moment with his face pressed against her crotch, and then she pushed at his head and told him to get on with it. When he finally had her pantyhose off, she slipped her feet back into the spike heels and teased him by letting her skirt drop to cover her body again.

"Darling, I'd like another drink."

She could see the disappointment in his eyes. Well, let him stew a few minutes, she thought. The hotter he was, the better it would be for her. She thought of going go the john to freshen her pussy a bit, but then she decided tonight Stanley would get it as it was. Hot and juicy and a bit sweaty after the evening's activities. Good for gobbling, she thought. She quivered as she thought of his tongue in there.

She finally let him go down on her.

"You can do it now if you want." She sat down in one of the easy chairs, pulled her skirt up and raised one knee to expose her pussy.

Stanley's eyes turned hot and he immediately went down on his knees in front of her. She ran her fingers through her cuntbush and smiled at him. "Hurry, darling."

He moved in like a hungry puppy. She moaned at the first touch of his tongue in her slit. God, how she loved it. She opened it for him. Her gash was a mess of hot juices, but Stanley obviously adored it and she wouldn't argue with him about it. She couldn't understand how a man could enjoy sucking a slimy cunt. All that sticky stuff down there, some of it already turned into a white froth.

She watched his tongue as he licked her. She watched him scoop the goo out of her snatch and swallow it down. She stroked his head to encourage him. She told him she loved it and that was certainly true. She kept him down there until she came. She came on his face, her thighs closing around his ears as a fresh batch of juice gushed out of her pussy to cover his mouth.

After that he wanted to fuck her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at her. "Come on, Helen, let's go in the bedroom."

"Aren't you comfortable here?"

"I want you on a bed."

She put her legs down and covered her knees with her skirt. "Darling, I don't know if I want to."

"But why not?"

"You always ask that. I don't think I'm in the mood that's all. I don't like to do it when I'm not in the mood for it."

"You were in the mood for what I just did."

"Well, that's different. Anyway, why don't you get your clothes off if you're so horny?"

"What about you?"

She agreed to undress also. She insisted they do it in the living room. She was afraid that if she went to the bedroom with him, he'd get too wild and force himself on her. She peeled her blouse and skirt off and carefully draped it over the back of a chair. Then she unhooked her bra and put it on top of the other things. When she turned to look at Stanley again, she found him naked and waiting for her.

He did have a nice body. A thick dangling cock with lots of hair around his balls.

She smiled and went to him and took his long prick in her hand. "You're always impatient."

"I don't get to fuck you enough, Helen."

"Make nice to me again."

"Again?"

"Well, it'll work me up, won't it? I mean I need that if we're going to do anything else."

He gave in as he always did. What she liked about Stanley was that he was manageable. She sat down again. This time she was naked. She raised both knees to her tits and offered him her crotch. Once again he went down on the rug in front of her to suck her pussy. She kept him at it awhile, and then she pushed her ass forward on the seat cushion and pulled her knees even farther back to roll her ass upwards.

Stanley knew what she wanted. It wasn't the first time and she was sure he liked it. She groaned as his tongue washed over her brownie. He licked all around the crack of her ass and then back up to her cunt again. The feel of his warm wet tongue all over her crotch was delicious. What she really wanted was his tongue inside her asshole. But it was too awkward to ask him for it and he seemed too stupid to get the idea himself. She'd had it only once, and then from a man who was past sixty and eager to lick and suck everything he could get his mouth on. There was something very special about feeling someone's, tongue inside her asshole.

He finally stayed with her cunt and worked on it with his lips and tongue. She kept her cuntlips spread apart with her fingers, her eyes on his nose. When she needed more pressure on her clit, she pushed at his nose with a finger and he responded by using the point of his nose to rub up and down the shaft of her clit.

Before long, she went off, shuddering and moaning as she came on his open mouth.

When she came down again, she lowered her legs and smiled at him. "I love the way you do that."

"My balls are about to explode."

Helen chuckled. "We don't want that, do we? Stand up and let me see."

He was helpless now. He rose to his feet, stood in front of her with his cock pointing up like a thick hard club and his balls indeed swollen and tight. She giggled as she ran her fingertips over his bloated ball-bag. He was hung so nicely. Like a horse. She'd done a good deal of riding when she'd been a girl, and the sight of a stallion's cock and balls had always made her furiously hot.

She finally curled her fingers around Stanley's cockshaft. She could feel his blood throbbing in her fist. She held his nuts in her left hand and his cock in her right fist. She started stroking his prick, slowly at first, but with a definite rhythm.

"Helen, I…"

"It's all right, darling. You need to get off and I don't mind."

"But you promised we'd fuck."

"Let's do this first."

He was angry. "Christ, you're a bitch!"

She paid no attention to him. She kept her eyes on his cock now. She was determined to make him come. She'd bring him off and then he'd drive her home. She didn't care about fucking him tonight. He didn't own her and she was free to do anything she liked.

He was close now. She could feel it in his balls. She watched his cock with intense interest. She always liked to see it. She liked to watch the knob of a cock swell up before the explosion. Then he groaned and the first dribble of white came out. He foamed out like he always did. Then he shot. A great glob hot against her tits. Then again and again. She loved watching it. She could feel his big balls jumping in her hand as the spunk jetted out of his pisshole. She kept her fingers moving, milking his prick, and pulling the load out of his balls until he shuddered and pushed her hand away.

He looked at her with anger in his eyes. "You're a crazy bitch, Helen."

"No I'm not."

"Crazy and selfish."

"If you think that, I'm going to leave."

"All right, leave. I don't give a shit any more."

She was furious with him now. He was such a clod. Yes, she would leave. She wouldn't patch it up. In a few days he'd come crawling to her again. She hurried into her clothes, and then a moment later she slammed the door as she walked out.

Down in the street, the problem was to find a taxi to get herself home. There didn't seem to be anything available and she had to walk toward one of the boulevards. The street was dark and deserted and it wasn't long before she became uneasy. Where the hell were all the taxis?

Then a car suddenly pulled up alongside the curb and someone called out at her.

"Miss Carlson? Hey, man, what do you know, it's the teacher!"

She felt relieved because they were evidently some of her students. But she was wrong to be relieved. Oh boy was she wrong.